It was bewitching to the eyes.

And while she looked, the shadow of Wut-a-qut-o was creeping over the river, and now ready to take off the warm browns of the rocky point.
She was thinking it was bewitching, and drinking it in, when she felt two hands clasp her by the waist, and suddenly, swiftly, without a word of warning, she was swung off, clear to another rock about two yards distant, and there set down, "all standing." In bewildered astonishment, that only waited to become indignation, she turned to see whom she was to be angry with.

Nobody was near her but Winthrop, and he had disappeared behind the rock on which she had just been standing.

Elizabeth was not precisely in a mood for cool judgment; she stood like an offended brood-hen, with ruffled feathers, waiting to fly at the first likely offender.

The rest of the party began to draw near.
"Come Lizzie, we're going home," said her cousin.
"I am not," said Elizabeth.
"Why ?" "Because I am not ready." "What's the matter ?" "Nothing -- only I am not ready." "The sun's out of Bright Spot now, Miss Haye," said Rufus, with a somewhat mischievous play of feature.
Elizabeth was deaf.
"Winthrop has killed a rattlesnake!" exclaimed Asahel from the rock; -- "Winthrop has killed a rattlesnake!" And Winthrop came round the bushes bringing his trophy; a large snake that counted nine rattles.